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Chapter Six
I arrived at the hospital to see Sammi stood at the entrance pacing. I ran over to her in a hurry and hugged her tight. “Are you okay?” I mumbled against her hair. “Is Alana okay?” I added.
She pulled out of the hug and looked at me with tears in her eyes, “I’m fine thanks, and so is Alana. She just needs 12 stitches on the top of her head. She should be out by tonight.” She informed me, making me puzzled.
“Then why are you crying?” I asked.
She smiled slightly and wiped the tears from under her eyes. “I’m glad she’s okay,” she told me and I shook my head lightly. I’ll never understand girls.
“Do you wanna go and see her then?”
She nodded her head as she took me the way to where Alana was. We walked along a corridor and into a lift, which took us to the floor above us.
I looked at my watch, which told me it was half twelve. Sammi and I walked into the ward which Alana was in with seven other people, all harbouring injuries of some sort. One man was sat there being sick into a bowl, which made the whole room smell horribly.
“You okay Alana?” Sammi asked, worry clear in her voice.
She grinned moronically. “I’ve had some happy gas,” she told us and I started to laugh.
Sammi whipped her head round, glaring at me, “don’t laugh at her!”
“Sorry flower, it’s hard not to.”
She sighed before looking back at Alana, “you had your stitches yet?”
She shook her head, a lot. “Nope!” she said popping the p.
“Where’s the doctor then?” Sammi asked, but it sounded like she was a detective and Alana was in for some harsh crime. But it’s also one of the many reasons as to why I love her, a lot.
“He had to go somewhere.”
Well this is going to be a long wait. “I’ll go get us some coffee Sam,” I told her, already getting up from the dingy chairs we were currently sat on. She nodded her head, so I pecked her on her lips before walking out of the ward.
The corridor was more packed then a high school on lesson change over. There were doctors and nurses rushing between rooms and wards trying to get round everyone. They were obviously short on staff which when looking like this is stupid. I manoeuvred my way between everyone, heading for one of the many coffee machines I assume were in here.
I got the coffees, after waiting in a line for a while and went back to where she was, which took me a while to find. Not like I’ll admit that.
“How long does it take you to get some coffees?” Sammi asked, as I approached them both.
“The corridors are packed,” I told her, blaming it all on that only.
She rolled her eyes. “We can go now, Alana has just had her stitches put in, and she’s been asked to come back in the morning because they need her bed.”
I wandered over to Alana and went to help her walk as the happy gas was still in her body and so she could hardly walk alone. She was leaning heavily on me as we all tried to shuffle through the corridors.
I had heard rumours about hospital’s being busy on Friday and Saturday nights, but I honestly didn’t believe that it was this busy. But this just takes the biscuit! Although proof of tonight shows that fights happen, especially in Manchester, not even Leeds on a Saturday night is this bad, with first-hand experience.
We climbed into the car, laying Alana down in the back before setting off home. “Is Alana staying at ours?” I asked Sammi as I put the car into drive.
“Seems it,” she said as I concentrated on the door, trying to be careful from knocking anyone drunk over whilst driving down Deansgate in the centre where there seemed to be hordes of people stood outside of various nightclubs. If I wasn’t driving, I would probably be laughing at them, but I am and if I did, Sammi would probably scold me.
I got back to ours around twenty minutes later. The car ride was eventful, with Alana’s random ramblings. But what made it funnier was when Sammi refused to let me laugh, which for some reason made me want to laugh even more. Wow! I sound like a school kid.
I carried Alana in bridal style and placed her on the sofa whilst Sammi went to get her a quilt and pillow.
We laid down eventually with Sammi laid in my arms. “You okay?” I asked her.
“Yeah I’m fine, a little worried about Alana, but I’m okay thanks. You?” she said truthfully and I smiled.
“Yeah thank you, night flower.”
“Night Kyle.”
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